Lyrics:
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
are with Paid In Full
I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract
I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment
and ya
Unlimit your dark you are full of or not
I’ve broken every mirror inside
Though anytime I could put it back just part by part
And you’re not me,
lives on
Build those highways, build those cars
On a planet full of scrap metal
There'd better be life on mars
Chorus:
It's alright, it's alright
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
not your life jack'
(You can get [?] crop), but not your life back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, give it up
tell me can you feel me
Pedal to the metal
Gotta push full throttle till the end only way that we winnin'
Universe on our side
We ain’t gotta
standing nearly
seven feet tall and clad in dark leather and bronze armour from head to toe.
His full-face visored helmet was set with ornate metal
On and on out of control
This rolling stock is on the roll
Metal on metal those sparks fly high
Burning up the trees as it passes by
The signal man
it's jaws around a rabbit
A spiral, it spun and spun until
I watched a nosedive full of metal and flesh
That would disturb the most nihilistic
be full of blue faces
Gucci cologne that's the fragrance
Feeling like Radric
metal on me like some braces
Backwood loaded like some bases
Guns ablazing, back to the wall
Out of time, surrounded by foes
On we stand tall, forevermore
Shotguns barking; swords to the sun
At full speed ahead
and Chris
Runnin' down full court
Fast break offense guaranteed they're gonna score it
Tryna get the quick point guarded by no one
They could get it Tim's
cracked ya heart and I loved it
Too tired to go to sleep ain’t got time to catch a flat man
I’m gassin the pedal with full artery full metal jacket
great, great
Then I watch Pokémon and Afro Samurai
Full Metal Alchemist
Swear to God it's not porn
Play my Yu-Gi-Oh cards
Yeah, I got 'em at Target, yo
he gon' fess up
Full metal tucked, ion give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that hoe smoke up
Full metal tucked, ion give a fuck
Pack in that blunt,
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
Well I'm about to roll and blow
The whole entire world into a hole
And fill it full of heavy metal revolution
I'll be breaking down the very
A lot of me and a lot of you
A lot of heavy metal, too
A lot of heroes who are full of love, a little bit like you
a lot of me and a lot of you
Rollin' a leaf with my foot on the pedal
I'm high off the gas while I'm clutchin' that
matal
Yeah, I'm disrespectful, my clique full of
steppas
MBGB,
and make a climb
Stay true to yourself and then you'll rise
Second pedal to metal tank full of gas
Findin my direction and you know we got the map
I'M
on the roof know we got those
Hear a couple shots, hope you got those
I pull up in a full metal jacket
Pop shots, top notch with the ratchet
I leave
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
2380ft/s
Specified rate of fire: 600 rounds per minute
600 rounds per minute, 600 rounds per minute
Service ammunition is divided into full cartridge
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